Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology: Second Edition by Elizabeth Knox (top 5 ebook reader txt) 📕

“He killed my mother and sister,” I admit, the words acidic like poison on my tongue. “And it’s my fault.”

“No!”

I lock my gaze on Dad and nod. “It is. I spouted off to him when I was still a prospect,” I tell the room. “I told him he couldn’t touch me because I was going to be a fully-fledged patched in member of The Kovenant.” Even as I say it, I taste the bile rising into my mouth, coating my tongue with the reminder of blood I allowed to be shed. “I wanted so much to be patched in, it didn’t matter where. They welcomed me for a short while as I became a prospect. Lex was someone I could look up to who saw me where my dad didn’t. But then I learned who the real Lex was. I learned about the Serpents, and what I found, I didn’t like.”

Shaking my head at the memory, I recall the stupidity of what I did. My father was only looking out for me, but as a dumbass kid, I thought he was holding me back.

“I walked away from the Serpents, leaving my cut at the gate. I came back to The Kovenant. They became my family, accepting me with open arms. Lex didn’t like it.”

“And then he went after your weaknesses,” Snake finishes, and all I can do is nod. Anger, guilt, and rage swallow me whole in that moment. “And now we’ll go after his.”

My gaze snaps up to his, finding cold, calculated venom burning in those endless jade orbs. They’re nothing like Trinity’s, but there’s something so familiar about both their stares. Something . . . shaking my head, I respond, “He’s not stupid. He’ll have the men on alert because he’ll be waiting for me.”

“Then we surprise them.” This comes from Gunner who’s leaning back against his chair as if we’re about to head out on a fun run. This is anything but. “I’m the master of games, and I’ll make sure they never see us coming.”

“He’s right,” Snake interjects. “We’ve handled filth before, and Gunner knows how to take out the trash.” He grabs the gavel but doesn’t knock it against the heavy, dark wood. “Who’s with us?” Once his question is posed, he locks his gaze with each man in the room. As he moves around the table, every one of them offers a nod or a yes before he reaches me.

I have no choice. This needs to end. “Yes. I’m in.”

Then his stare lands on Dad who’s sitting beside me. There are only two men left in the room—Dad and the VP, who’s been quiet this whole time. The tension radiating off my father has me on the edge of my seat. I’m not sure what he’s going to say. When we wanted revenge on the murders back home, he took a step back. He said it wasn’t the right time. But no matter what he says today, I’m going after that bastard, and nobody will be able to stop me.

“Yes,” comes his response after a long, drawn-out silence. That’s when Snake nods with an evil grin, and his stare lands on his VP.

“You ready for this?” he asks the man I haven’t had a chance to get to know yet. I don’t expect him to say yes because we’re new. We’re not fully initiated into their brotherhood yet. My chest tightens with anxiety, twisting and clawing at my throat. It feels as if there are hands wrapping around my neck, squeezing every last breath of air from my lungs.

“Let’s kill the fucker,” Diablo bites out, venom lacing his tone like a sleeping serpent ready to attack. His dark gaze lands on me, and a smirk graces his expression, one filled with violence and danger.

Snake glances over at me, a dangerous grin curling his lips. He’s giving me a moment to say anthing more. His hand grips the wooden gavel, which is hovering over the smooth, shiny surface of the long dinner table. These men are choosing to stand by me. Every one of them has voted to go after the dick who murdered my mother and sister.

A small smile tilts the corners of my mouth. “Let’s do this.” The sound of wood slamming against wood has my adrenalin skyrocketing. I’m anxious. I want this to end, and I want to be the one to end it. “I’ll be the one to do it.”

Our Prez looks at me and nods. “Of course.” He turns his attention to one of the other brothers who looks to be about my age, but instead of the dark features, he’s blond with one blue eye and one green eye. It’s a strange combination, one I haven’t seen before. “I want all the dirt. Work with Rogue to get names, locations. I even want fucking blood type. Do you hear me?”

“Of course, Snake. You know I’ll dig deep.”

“Good.” Snake’s response is filled with pride, and for a moment, I wonder if it’s his son. He turns those green eyes to me before he continues. “Jord will be your eyes. He knows everything there is to know about computers, and he can hack into anything from an email to the fucking CIA database.”

“Thank you.” My words are honest, heartfelt. I didn’t think I’d have anyone in my corner since we moved here, and when Dad told me we’d be heading to this small, forgotten town on the outskirts of Portland, I figured it would take months, maybe years to build trust. A connection with the club.

“Don’t get all fuckin’ emotional on me.” Snake chuckles, pushing to his feet, adjourning the meeting, which has chairs scraping along the smooth floor. “Let’s get something to drink. I think it’s time we had a party to properly welcome our new brothers. And what the fuck? We don’t need an excuse, but I do love getting my dick sucked before